Power 98.3's DJ Karlie Hustle has made a point of calling out our coverage of urban music before, and I, in turn, have confessed a bizarre fascination with her twitter, which reminds me of all your favorite trashy VH1 reality shows mashed together and boiled down to 140 characters or less.
Now, Ms. Hustle has upped the ante. In the last two months she's started a blog
filled with personal anecdotes about her BFF's move to Europe, the process of getting a passport and a few introspective essays like "The Woman That Love Made
," which includes the following prose:
"I'm not special. I'm just another jaded kid that took the fall. The woman that love made shattered herself. Cue the love songs. Cue the cliches. Let Dr. Phil diagnose me from the TV. Oh and don't forget that 'everything happens for a reason.'"
And, yes, she realizes how all this sounds. She's actually addressed the emo issue here
Another choice post:
I remember when he came to visit me after his ex shot herself in the head on his mother's doorstep. His eyes were sunken into his face. He was rail thin. Looked as if the grim reaper was dwelling in his gut, sucking the very life out of him. I guess the kind of love he had to give added to her brand of insecurities and left her little choice. There was no escape from the pain he dealt, and the only way to make him understand was to do the unthinkable. I often wonder if she was the crazy one. Or if it was him.
I'm not judging or ridiculing, so hopefully this will not be seen as doing hr "too wrong." Hell, we're the ones reading these posts, right? So, yeah, just calling a little attention to one of Phoenix's more interesting personalities... We salute Karlie for keepin' it real.
Now about my BFF...